Been up for about an hour. It's 4 am, my mind is racing, I did a little cleaning, I'm listening to New Amerykah, again, and convincing myself that I should not feel guilty about deciding to take a day (a Friday) off work.

This week has been a string a surprises, most too personal and jarring to find the energy to explain. A few are amusing, like a little recognition of my work at my job, in front of the even-higher-ups. Some are funny, like parents finally heeding my advice and showing up unannounced, looking through the door window, spying on their kids. But others are about matters of the heart, and you can take that as you wish, because I'm sure you won't find yourself too far from the truth.